It didn't start out too terribly. It was a new-to-me vet (my usual vet is out on maternity leave, although I'm comfortable seeing any vet from this practice), and because of the COVID-19 restrictions, she didn't have the usual gaggle of students with her, it was just her and one other newly-graduated vet. So I figured the visit might take a bit longer than usual (which ended up being the understatement of the year, ha), but that it would be fine. Apparently she's spent the last few years focusing exclusively on teeth and sinus issues. Ok, cool! This will be a chance for me to learn more about teeth. And boy did I learn...
We started with Cinna, and she was her usual friendly and sociable self. I actually had time to clean the horses up this time (usually the vets come out in like February when they're hairy and muddy and just effing disgusting) so I requested new Coggins photos. Joke's on me, NONE of the horses wanted to stand nicely for photos, so I'm 100% sure they all look like llama-giraffes in their photos, sigh. Cinna was chill for her blood draw and sedative administration, then they got to work on her teeth. She didn't have anything super unexpected, except the vet had me come look in her mouth to see that one of her back right molars on the top was a little crooked -- nothing new, nothing that was going to hurt her, just something to be aware of because the fact that it didn't correctly meet her bottom tooth on that side meant she really needs very regular dental attention. She isn't a horse you can skip years on (not that I ever do, just something the vet wanted me to be very clear about for the future). Nothing atrocious, but I got a little irritated (not at the vet) that I've had this horse floated at least 5+ times now (? she's 8 this year, but I can't remember if they did much besides pull wolf teeth when she was 2, but she's definitely had her mouth looked at A LOT), and no one had ever bothered to point that out to me or explain what it would mean... so... cool.
|Majestically staring out the door while we drugged his girlfriend. Also yes I know my stall mats desperately need to be yanked and the stalls releveled, it's on my NEVERENDING to do list.|
|Come again? |
Actual representation of my face, and then as she returned to work on his float, I was frantically googling.
|The nearest incisor was the very wiggly one, although she seemed pretty sure both outer top incisors and possibly his canine teeth would need to be extracted.|
|She lovingly kept referring to his "old man teeth" -- why yes, he DID just turn 25. But he's had regular dental care every year since I bought him at age 11 in 2006.|
|OK. That's fine. I can handle some xrays and extractions. I mean, sucky time because COVID-19 restrictions means I can't go WITH him, but I can take him up there and deal with the aftercare. That's fine.|
|Jack was as chill as ever for all his work though, he's a good boy.|
|He can join all the toothless dachshunds for #tongueoutTuesday|
|But really she was perfect. As per usual. They loved her.|
It's turning into one giant blur of not great news at this point, but basically he has at least one, possibly more, fractured teeth. On the definite fracture, they were pulling out lots of gunk and towards the end there was a definite smell -- so not good. She recommended getting him in as expediently as possible for dental x-rays and more extractions (OH YAY!), so while she continued to work, I got on the phone with the hospital. With two horses to come in and the possibility of multiple extractions, we're looking at a whole day ordeal, and they were booked out until the first week of June. When I told the vet at my house they were booked up through June, she did try to pull the definitely fractured tooth, but she didn't have all the tools she needed or the space in his mouth. I finally had to call the hospital back yesterday (since they never bothered to call me back after saying they'd check the vet's schedule and get back to me), and we are set for the first week in June. I wish it were sooner, but apparently they've got a lot going on. The only saving grace is my mom recently transferred to the equine department so I'm hoping she can take lots of photos for me. Fingers crossed.
|They spent a LONG time in his mouth, and he was pretty over it by the time they were finishing up.|
|Never have my feelings been more adequately summed up in a photo...|
But never fear -- we'll be back to your regularly scheduled tack shed renovation posts next week!